You hear rushed footsteps out in the hall. A man barges into the office, dangling an oversized pair of stonewashed denim jeans in his hands.

It's Jared.

He glares at you and grins. His muscles bulge out from under his shirt. He rests the stonewashed jeans on the arm of a chair and leans over your desk.

"Hey... I've been meaning to tell you something. I've been thinking about you a lot lately and... well... I notice the way you look at me," he murmurs, "I think we were always meant to be together—here... I have a gift for you..."

His hand reaches slowly into his pocket where he retrieves a small object. He sets it down on the desk.